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Watch and Wait; The Young Fugitives

<hr />[Pg 229] <h2>CHAPTER XXI.</h2> <h2>DOWN THE LAKE.</h2> At the period of which we write, the railroad through the Teche country had not been constructed, and the population was very sparsely scattered over this region. Most of the available land, however, was occupied; but, of course, none of the little villages which spring up around railroad stations, and which, in the course of years, grow into large towns and cities, had yet appeared. With many doubts and fears in regard to the future, the young fugitives commenced the voyage to the Gulf. It was seventy miles from the camp, and it was absolutely necessary that the trip should be performed by night, for the lake, at the season of high water, was navigable for small steamers, which, with other craft, occasionally passed over its turbid tide. In the passage down, they were liable to [Pg 230]meet some of these boats; and though the search for the runaways had long since ceased, the Isabel might be recognized, and the mystery of her singular disappearance explained. Dan was determined to be very cautious, and to expose his party to no risks which could possibly be avoided. The voyage was perilous enough at best, and he was not disposed to trifle with the good fortune which had thus far attended the expedition. He knew nothing of the navigation of the lake, or of the Atchafalaya River, through which he must pass to the Gulf of Mexico. He was therefore exposed to many perils. The boat might get aground at a perilous point, which might expose them to an examination from some inquisitive slaveholder. He might be stopped by a steamer, or overhauled by a boat, and the fugitives taken into custody because they could not give a good account of themselves. Then, if he succeeded in reaching the Gulf, he knew that a day's sail at the most would take him out of sight of land; and he had nothing but a small compass and a map of the coast of Texas [Pg 231]and Louisiana to guide him. He had no expectation of being able to reach the free North in the Isabel. He depended upon being picked up by some vessel bound to New York or Philadelphia; and he had read the newspapers and listened to the conversation of his master and his guests enough to know that shipmasters were very cautious about carrying slaves to the North. But he had made his plans, and hoped he should be able to overcome even this most formidable difficulty. To contend against all these adverse circumstances, he had a good boat, though she was not fully adapted to a sea voyage. With her light draught she had but a slight hold on the water; yet Dan was an excellent boatman, and trusted in his skill to overcome the deficiencies of his vessel. The Isabel was well provisioned for at least a month; and if the weather was even tolerably favorable, he felt confident that he should be able to contend successfully against the elements. At any rate he feared the ocean, storm, and distance less than the insatiate slave-hunters of the South. With these difficulties before them, the young [Pg 232]fugitives started upon their uncertain voyage. It was a bright, pleasant evening, with a lively breeze from the westward. The long confinement of the camp in the swamp made the changing prospect exceedingly exhilarating. They had encountered perils before, and the experience of the past prepared them for the trials of the future. They had a head wind down the bayou which led to the lake, and it required two hours of hard work for the two boys to work the Isabel down to the open water; but when this labor was accomplished, the foresail, mainsail, and jib were hoisted, and they had a fair wind down the lake. "Now, Lily, our voyage is commenced," said Dan, as he seated himself at the helm. "Yes; and I am so glad to get out of that dismal swamp!" replied she, with a smile which spoke the joy of her heart. "Perhaps you will wish yourself back again before many days, and perhaps before many hours." "Do you think there is much danger, Dan?" "We may not meet with a single difficulty, and we may be in danger all the time. I cannot tell. [Pg 233]I hope for the best, but I am ready for the worst." "Any thing is better than slavery, Dan." "Even death itself, Lily," replied Dan, solemnly. "But there will be no people out on the lake in the night—will there?" "There may be; but we may not find a good place to conceal ourselves during the day. We may be discovered, for there are more people at the lower end of the lake than in the part where we have been." "We will pray to God, Dan, every day, and He will protect us, as He has before," added Lily, confidingly. "And while we do that, we must be very careful. There is one thing I have been dreading ever since we began to prepare for this cruise." "What is that, Dan?" "You know Mr. Lascelles?" "Yes; he spends a week at Redlawn every year, and master used to stay a week at his plantation." "He lives down this way somewhere—I don't [Pg 234]exactly know where. The Isabel, I think, came down here one year; if so, I am afraid they will know the boat." "Possifus!" exclaimed Cyd, who had been silently listening to this conversation. "Dey'll ketch us, for shore." "I'm not afraid of being caught; but Colonel Raybone almost always visits Mr. Lascelles in the month of May. Suppose he should be there, and we should happen to go near his plantation?" "Hossifus!" groaned Cyd. "Massa Raybone down dar! Dis chile gubs it all up den." "Don't give up yet, Cyd," laughed Dan. "Mossifus! If dis nigger see ole massa, he done sink into de ground, like a catfish in de mud." "You haven't seen him yet, Cyd; and what is more, I don't believe you will see him." "I hope not," added Lily, with a shudder. "If we do, it will not alter any thing." "What would you do, Dan?" "I will never become a slave again. We have guns and powder, bullets and shot." "Would you kill him?" [Pg 235]"No man shall stand between me and freedom. I would shoot him or any other man, if it were necessary to secure our safety." "Gossifus! Shoot Massa Raybone!" exclaimed Cyd. "I hope we shall not be obliged to fire upon any man; but I shall do so, and you must do the same, Cyd, if we are in danger of being captured." "Do any ting you say, Dan," replied Cyd whose mind readily settled upon any policy adopted by his leader. "Now, Lily, you had better turn in, as Midshipman Raybone used to say. You must sleep while you can, for you may have no rest again for several days." "I'm not sleepy; but you are going to have a very hard time. When we get out to sea we shall have to run all the time—shall we not?" "Yes—night and day." "Then when will you sleep?" "Cyd and I must sleep by turns. We shall get along very well if the weather is only good." About eleven o'clock both Lily and Cyd retired [Pg 236]to their berths, leaving Dan alone on deck. The wind held fair till about three o'clock in the morning, at which time the Isabel was within ten miles of the outlet of the lake. It was too dark for the careful skipper to discover the nature of the shore, and he was waiting for a little daylight to enable him to find a suitable place to lie up during the next day. The boat was fully three miles from either shore, when the wind suddenly died out. Directly ahead, there were several small islands, but they were farther off than the main shore. The first of the skipper's trials seemed to have overtaken him; but he did not permit himself to despair. He hoped, when the sun rose, a breeze would come, and enable him to find some hiding-place for the day. There was nothing to do but watch and wait, and Dan reclined upon the cushioned seat to meditate upon the uncertainties before them. There was not a breath of air upon the lake, and the sails hung motionless in their places. Lily and Cyd still slept, and Dan did not call them; for he was willing to spare them even an hour's useless [Pg 237]anxiety. The moments hung heavily upon the impatient skipper; but at last the daylight came, and he had a chance to study the situation. On the shore at his left there was a sugar plantation, the mansion of which was built within a short distance of the water; for here, as in the vicinity of Redlawn, the highest land was nearest to the streams. But the estate was three miles distant, and he hoped that the Isabel would not attract the attention of the people on the place. The sun rose, but no wind came to gladden the heart of the impatient and anxious skipper. The active life of the plantation had commenced. He could see the smoke curling up from the chimneys of the cook-house near the mansion; and in different parts of the lake he counted three boats moving about near the shore. These signs produced an intense uneasiness in his mind, which was not lessened by the appearance of Lily, who came upon deck about this time. While he was explaining to her the nature of their unpleasant position, the smoke of a little steamer was seen beyond the islands. She soon came in sight, [Pg 238]and was headed directly towards the spot where the Isabel lay becalmed. Dan and his fair companion were appalled by this new danger; for a suspicion in the mind of any person on board the steamer could hardly fail of being fatal to them. But Dan was soon prepared to make the best of the circumstances. "Cyd, Cyd!" called he, as he rushed into the cabin. "Wha—wha—what's de matter?" stammered Cyd, springing to his feet. "Go on deck at once," replied Dan, as he slung the powder-horn and shot-pouch over his shoulders, and took one of the fowling pieces. Cyd was on deck before him, and discovered the nature of the danger which menaced them. The bateau, which had been placed upon deck, was launched, and Cyd was directed to get into it with the oars, and pull off a few rods from the Isabel. "Now, Lily, you must go to your cabin, close the door, and on no account show yourself while the steamer is in sight," said Dan. "But what are you going to do, Dan?" asked she, [Pg 239]with an expression of the deepest concern. "Are you going to shoot any one?" "No, dear," replied Dan, with a smile at her fears; "I am going to pretend to be a sportsman. As we can't get out of the way of the steamer, I intend to be as bold and impudent as I can. There, go to your cabin now, and we will hope for the best." Lily retired to the cabin, closed the door after her, and threw herself on her knees to pray for the safety of herself and her friends during the impending peril. In the mean time, Dan walked up and down the deck, with the gun in his hand, apparently looking in all directions for game. Just as the steamboat came within hailing distance of the Isabel, a couple of brant fortunately flew over, and Dan fired. His practice in the swamp had made him a very good marksman, and he was so lucky as to bring down one of the birds. Cyd, as before instructed, pulled with all his might to the spot where the game had fallen. "Possifus!" shouted he; "massa fotch dat bird down, for shore!" When he uttered this exclamation the bateau was within a few yards of the steamer, and the few [Pg 240]passengers on board of her, anxious to see the sport, hastened to the boiler deck, and thus obtained a full view of the Isabel, as she rounded in under her stern, on her way to the plantation, where she evidently intended to make a landing. "Any news below?" shouted Dan, hailing the steamer as she approached. "By Heaven! that's my boat and my boy!" exclaimed a gentleman on the boiler deck, as the steamer glanced by the Isabel. "Stop the boat! Stop her!" It was Colonel Raybone! <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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